tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71857297616306531032018-01-15T11:47:20.510-05:00City Called HeavenPaul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-28468272203162464732017-12-25T08:57:00.002-05:002017-12-25T16:57:07.928-05:00Jesus was a refugee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIrcO4UtIA8/WkEBp9IYI3I/AAAAAAAAFrg/Wr5yZd4zTgc-c5mLUc3tlo5h9b4tO8cOQCLcBGAs/s1600/4223b8994c47f01b0d7f0a786526c8c2--christmas-nativity-scene-nativity-scenes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIrcO4UtIA8/WkEBp9IYI3I/AAAAAAAAFrg/Wr5yZd4zTgc-c5mLUc3tlo5h9b4tO8cOQCLcBGAs/s200/4223b8994c47f01b0d7f0a786526c8c2--christmas-nativity-scene-nativity-scenes.jpg" width="150" height="149" data-original-width="511" data-original-height="503" /></a></div>There is so much tradition and nostalgia around Christmas, the customs and traditions cast big shadows. They are often seen as the principal signs of the holiday, instead of as garland. But tonight, let us remember...<br><br>Christmas is real.<br><br>Now I love Miracle on 34th Street, and It’s Wonderful Life, and Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. I like Christmas trees and houses decked with lights and reindeer. I love carols and candles, giving and receiving gifts, and holiday food and parties as the nights have been growing longer.<br><br>But forget the cartoons. Forget the little drummer boy and Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, and Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. Forget Ebenezer Scrooge, and the jolly old fat man in the red suit. Forget even the nativity scenes. There’s nothing wrong with these, some are perfectly lovely, some are true expressions of faith.<br><br>Every now and then we need to go back and remember that the actual baby Jesus was not a character in a story. Like every other newborn child, he was born of a woman, set into a place and time and culture. Like every other newborn child, he was born into an uncertain future.<br><br>We may read the story through these filters, and forget to notice what the text tells us. According to Luke, Jesus was born to poor parents in a land which barely offered them shelter. According to Matthew, soon after his birth, his parents fled for their lives to a foreign land. Jesus was a refugee.<br><br>The special grace given to Mary by the angel surely did not keep her from worry about their immediate circumstances. Like the refugees of today, there were daily, weekly, perpetual threats to their safety. Comfort was not part of their equation.<br><br>Like here, in this modern refugee camp in Edomeni, Greece. The birth of new life into the world will not wait for human society to provide a warm house or hospital. The birth of real life is not sentimental, but comes with pain, blood, and risk.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leTA8lv-J2k/WkD9rY6F8SI/AAAAAAAAFrM/gHggZKMjUHszCh7k0BkhlNtJHKuNZbIXACLcBGAs/s1600/Newborn%2Binfant%2Bin%2BEdomeni%252C%2BGreece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leTA8lv-J2k/WkD9rY6F8SI/AAAAAAAAFrM/gHggZKMjUHszCh7k0BkhlNtJHKuNZbIXACLcBGAs/s400/Newborn%2Binfant%2Bin%2BEdomeni%252C%2BGreece.jpg" width="400" height="223" data-original-width="820" data-original-height="457" /></a></div><br>We read the Biblical stories and take note of the signs and portents,the angels singing in the sky, the prophecies, the star, the magi with their royal gifts. But we misread the story if we only see the <i>extra</i>ordinary. We must at the same time see that Jesus is also extraordinarily <b>ordinary.</b>.<br><br>2000 years later, the world has wealth and wonders that neither Herod nor Caesar could dream of. More than at any time in history, we have the ability to feed every child, to educate every child, to have shelter for everyone, and to live together in peace. It grieves me to know and to say it is a disgrace to the human race that there is still nothing extraordinary about a child born into poverty, about a family fleeing violence, about a ruler threatened by righteousness. There is a spiritual song that speaks to this reality...<br><br>&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Sweet little Jesus boy, they made you be born in a manger<br>&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Sweet little Jesus boy, they didn't know who you were...<br><br>I think the same thing is true of that little baby born in the refugee tent in Greece. The same is true of every child born into a world unprepared to help that child be the loving gift to us that is <b>God's</b> will.<br><br>If we but knew. If we but knew that every child is a light to the world. That every child has worth. That every child has a vocation for good. That every child can grow to be a blessing to their community and the world. It's one thing to proclaim "You don't have to live like a refugee." And it is quite another to say "We don't have to force people to flee."<br><br>This poor little baby, born to Mary and to a troubled world, brought light. He came into the world and was not conquered by cruelty, greed, indifference, or even death. Jesus is a credible refuge for the faithful, precisely because he is a <i><b>refugee</b></i> from evil. This Christmas, may we follow the way he has made plain.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xL_Pz-MJpDM/WkEGy_fK7VI/AAAAAAAAFr4/EMAA-1usXE8vqk1wORLBio5QUawYXkx3gCLcBGAs/s1600/GUWG-Light-Cross%2B%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xL_Pz-MJpDM/WkEGy_fK7VI/AAAAAAAAFr4/EMAA-1usXE8vqk1wORLBio5QUawYXkx3gCLcBGAs/s400/GUWG-Light-Cross%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" height="400" data-original-width="1000" data-original-height="1000" /></a></div><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-27405011575235861852017-07-04T21:05:00.001-04:002017-12-19T15:50:40.011-05:00A Unanimous Declaration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx9P26SlaoQ/WVxl_EW9O8I/AAAAAAAAFO0/2CEK8Zghr1cfBrLgfuQhgF7xDL0Y73vKwCLcBGAs/s1600/The%2Bunanimous%2BDeclaration.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx9P26SlaoQ/WVxl_EW9O8I/AAAAAAAAFO0/2CEK8Zghr1cfBrLgfuQhgF7xDL0Y73vKwCLcBGAs/s400/The%2Bunanimous%2BDeclaration.png" width="400" height="29" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="114" /></a></div><br><br><br>That's not true, really. The states were not unanimous on July 4, 1776 (the New York delegation abstained).* But the 13 states were far from united, and certainly not unanimous. While there was a lot of sentiment for a new independent nation, it is doubtful that a majority supported rebellion against the Crown to achieve it. <br><br>Yet the Declaration was vindicated by history as true enough. The citizens who supported the cause and the troops who avoided disaster and outlasted the British won the day and eventually the hearts (of most) of their countrymen. <br><br>Nothing of any great importance will be acheived without risk and without opposition. <br><br>As much as we hope for unity of purpose and unanimity about the course to take, it cannot stop our resolve to act when justice and human integrity are at stake. <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kDVxwP-JjM/WVxeF1HMQJI/AAAAAAAAFOo/BbnYtYrNIRUwON5bC-0zw6a-NB27AAyDwCLcBGAs/s1600/eb7205e8a8ada10269ed988fd87ff3b6--vintage-american-flags-vintage-flag%2B%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kDVxwP-JjM/WVxeF1HMQJI/AAAAAAAAFOo/BbnYtYrNIRUwON5bC-0zw6a-NB27AAyDwCLcBGAs/s400/eb7205e8a8ada10269ed988fd87ff3b6--vintage-american-flags-vintage-flag%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" height="316" data-original-width="574" data-original-height="453" /></a></div><br>When a person, or group, or a government stands against human rights and dignity, it is necessary to change it. <br><br>It was the radical, revolutionary idea that government ultimately serves the people that led these American patriots to challenge the world's most powerful empire. <br><br>They were patriots, not perfect. Their vision would lead successive generations of patriots to exercise their rights to secure still more blessings of liberty. <br><br>If I hear one more TV commentator claim to speak truth to power, I may gag. But it is time to speak truth to one another. Our nation is in crisis, and our liberty is under threat. May we have the courage to declare our resolve. <br><br><i>We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it…</i><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7qOTv9_S0s/WVxdqPJ_rqI/AAAAAAAAFOk/Zlmig0ypqqcs8BB5kHM5l-Op_42mzR5WACLcBGAs/s1600/reading-the-declaration-of-independence-to-cheering-colonists-in-philadelphia-A45H28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7qOTv9_S0s/WVxdqPJ_rqI/AAAAAAAAFOk/Zlmig0ypqqcs8BB5kHM5l-Op_42mzR5WACLcBGAs/s400/reading-the-declaration-of-independence-to-cheering-colonists-in-philadelphia-A45H28.jpg" width="400" height="260" data-original-width="1300" data-original-height="844" /></a></div><br>* On July 15, the New York delegation received word that the New York Convention had adopted the Declaration of Independence on July 9th, and NY delegates signed the document with most others on August 2. <br><br> Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-92068651001933335852017-05-19T22:25:00.002-04:002017-05-20T09:37:56.826-04:00Where we standIt seems that Vladimir Putin has won. <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUuDH9-Nplo/WR-ohJVCpDI/AAAAAAAAFLw/CI0G86yEfvAFSSNTsQYqWIU8y1BeNQz7QCLcB/s1600/2017-05-19_21.18.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUuDH9-Nplo/WR-ohJVCpDI/AAAAAAAAFLw/CI0G86yEfvAFSSNTsQYqWIU8y1BeNQz7QCLcB/s320/2017-05-19_21.18.17.jpg" width="320" height="213" /></a></div><br>Of course he succeeded beyond any expectation in getting a destructive, impulsive fool into the Oval Office. He has diminished trust in American institutions and the integrity of democratic elections.<br><br>He has helped legitimize his own corrupt, brutal, kleptocracy by raising up a pale orange image of himself in a place which should stand for something better. He has elevated racism and fear to national values rather than cancers to defeat.<br><br>He profits from our descent into governmental chaos (although not as much as China, out of the garish spotlight). And no doubt he has gloated at his perverse genius in crippling a rival, while at the same time feeding his own narcissistic apppetite.<br><br>This Putin-assisted, self-inflicted national disgrace will continue week after excruciating, shameful week. Because we are obsessed and addicted to this All Trump All The Time train wreck of a too-real surreality show.<br><br>God help us to turn away from this, and towards the values which made America great.<br><br>Our better angels had a vision of respect for one another, of opportunity and fair treatment, of a society built by the people and for the people. It is time for us to make America great again.<br><br>Renounce evil. Turn to what is good. And that means turning to our neighbors, whether we agree or not. None of us can build that more perfect union. We once knew it took unity. Not unanimity, but a willingness to seek the shared good. <b><i>We the people...</i></b><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFrkKGxMUd8/WR-oxrZtc8I/AAAAAAAAFL0/0FAwhjGdTn4ny0AsbMuDq-ajTdqKg5GRgCLcB/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFrkKGxMUd8/WR-oxrZtc8I/AAAAAAAAFL0/0FAwhjGdTn4ny0AsbMuDq-ajTdqKg5GRgCLcB/s400/1.jpg" width="400" height="225" /></a></div><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-55867852992500339782016-11-09T23:50:00.000-05:002016-11-10T08:45:48.493-05:00Trump's electionOf course the sun will come up tomorrow. America is not that much different today than yesterday. Donald Trump was elected by the lawful vote of the American people.<br><br>But it would be a mistake to normalize this break with our democratic tradition or gloss over the demonic, divisive, and destructive forces evoked and encouraged by Trump.<br><br>I hope he and we turn out better than I fear.<br><br>Yet we should not optimistically misunderstand his attempts to legitimize himself when they are rooted in the same swamp of disrespect which he used to channel people's fears into political power.<br><br>The newly elected "Presidential" Trump says "Now it is time for America to bind the wounds of division..."<br><br>But Donald Trump deepened, inflamed, and poured infectious invective into America's divisions. His call now for healing is the voice of an abuser, offering a band-aid for the wounds he inflicted. America must not be seduced by a few soothing words into returning for more abuse.<br><br>I have no interest in protesting a Trump Presidency. However close, for whatever reasons, he has been legitimately elected. I will try to support him when he is right and dissent and resist when he is wrong. We owe our nation nothing less.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5q8gVb1zekA/WCP7WOvGe1I/AAAAAAAAEv8/TAdy7-Das7oHDqlqCyVBGzf1vR6vldFlACLcB/s1600/Trump_Win_WP-1200x621-1478710927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5q8gVb1zekA/WCP7WOvGe1I/AAAAAAAAEv8/TAdy7-Das7oHDqlqCyVBGzf1vR6vldFlACLcB/s400/Trump_Win_WP-1200x621-1478710927.jpg" width="400" height="207" /></a></div><br>David Remnick's <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/news/news-desk/an-american-tragedy-donald-trump">An American Tragedy</a> says it well.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-84585778018690204062016-10-08T08:58:00.001-04:002016-11-04T23:31:42.592-04:0015 year remembrance - Tuesday 9/25/01This is the last of my September 2001 postings.<br><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8823">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8823</a><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Thu Sep 27, 2001 12:57 am<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: Catching up - Tuesday 9/25<br><br>It seems like a long time since my last note - but only six days. Last Wednesday I applied, was screened, and trained by the American Red Cross to do emergency bereavement counseling. Since then I have worked four shifts at the Pier 94 Family Assistance Center, and that has helped keep me busy.<br><br>It has been an awesome and wonderful experience. All the more so because I know with certainty that God called me to it and has been upholding me and confirming me in it. It is a rare and holy privilege to share peoples' lives at this time. I cannot say much more, except that it is tiring and energizing and heartbreaking and filled with joy.<br><br>"What are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them? Yet you have made them a little lower than God, and crowned them with glory and honor" (Psalm 8:4-5).<br><br>I don't think I'm just blissing-out to cope with stress. It feels like the fulfillment of things which have been a long time in preparation. The stress is still there, and there will be hard work and pain and obstacles to come. But death does not have the last word.<br><br>In a few moments break from my Saturday class, I knew it was time to get around to hanging the artwork that has been stacked in a corner of my dorm <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWg3s0UoZwM/WB1Sls1uxyI/AAAAAAAAEvc/sbN7KFxKA00tZUnfk65QdKkVbtDtsr11QCLcB/s1600/Oak%2BTree%252C%2BSunset%2BCity%252C%2BCalifornia%2B20220319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWg3s0UoZwM/WB1Sls1uxyI/AAAAAAAAEvc/sbN7KFxKA00tZUnfk65QdKkVbtDtsr11QCLcB/s200/Oak%2BTree%252C%2BSunset%2BCity%252C%2BCalifornia%2B20220319.jpg" width="200" height="171" /></a></div>room. Ansel Adams' poster of a magnificent solitary tree in the California hills (Oak Tree, Sunset City, California; http://www.barewalls.com/cgi-bin/clientdetails.exe?ItemID=19333&zoom=1). A rubbing from this summer's trip to China, of a very intense, maybe slightly crazed Bodhidharma sitting in meditation. And today one of my favorites, Marc Chagall's Bridges Over the Seine (http://sunsite.dk/cgfa/chagall/p-chagal35.htm). I would have hung this sooner, but it's in a hard to reach spot. To me it says rest, and comfort, and security even in the midst of night; infantile and adult fantasies taken seriously; mystery and passion and succor and love.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awxlKem_OCw/V_js_P2gnkI/AAAAAAAAEtY/4u8lLqg3g5se_U4rGqyoi4cg3Ad6VYh_gCLcB/s1600/bridges-over-the-seine-1954.jpg%2521Large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awxlKem_OCw/V_js_P2gnkI/AAAAAAAAEtY/4u8lLqg3g5se_U4rGqyoi4cg3Ad6VYh_gCLcB/s320/bridges-over-the-seine-1954.jpg%2521Large.jpg" width="320" height="221" /></a></div><br>This week people are owning up to being tired and in need of rest.<br><br>I may be leading the pack, for in addition to schoolwork (barely treading water) and the chaplain's work, this weekend I needed to finish up a project for the American Bible Society, a 5-part bible study on anger, for high school age. Although the study itself doesn't refer to 9/11, it's one of several things they're rushing to get out in the aftermath. (The project had been in the works for some time.)<br><br>Introduction<br>1. I'm so mad I could kill you!<br>2. Is God angry at me?<br>3. Taking anger to God<br>4. Holy anger<br>5. What do I do with anger?<br>Suggestions-ways to work with anger<br><br>It turned out to be timed right for me at any rate, since I ran into a very angry guy on the way to school Monday morning, on the PATH train. Anger has not been one of my strong points. But when I heard him - as did the rest of the PATH car - talking about how we should not take any chances, but just bomb everybody, I knew I couldn't let that go unchallenged. After arguing for a minute, I slowed down an introduced myself, as did Frank. A minute later, the anger was gone, and we were talking about the fear that was behind it.<br><br>Last night (Monday 9/24) I got a chance to work out some of the tension. Union Seminary staffed a 24 hour period of shifts doing relief work at the WTC site.<br><br>A digression: naming the site. I have been generally reluctant to use the term "Ground Zero." On the one hand, it is quite apt. The wreckage looks thoroughly blasted. And like the atomic explosions which gave rise to the term, the blast effects spread outward from this central point, not just in the surrounding neighborhood, but in the millions of lives of those affected, like a wave spreading out from a stone dropped in a pond. But on the other hand, "ground zero" is a rupture of language. For all the horror of this bombing, it was precise. It did not kill tens of thousands like an atomic warhead would. It did not indiscriminately wipe out most of the city. And finally, speaking as a New Yorker and as one familiar with those buildings, the terrorists are not going to take away my sense of the place. Those were my buildings. I walked through and shopped in the World Trade Center, not ground zero. The buildings may have been destroyed, but not my ability to name and claim them. They may be in wreckage, but to me that wreckage is still the WTC.<br><br>Anyhow, the feeding and other human services to the rescue and recovery workers are now being run out of St. Paul's Chapel. The interior of the chapel itself is kept relatively silent, for prayer, and rest breaks, and catnaps. But outside there is quite a bustle.<br><br>In addition to the folks from Union and Riverside Church, I went with ten students from NYU campus ministry. Many of us wound up working together in odd circumstances. Just across from the southeast corner of the WTC (Tower 2 and 5 WTC), there was a Subs Miami sandwich shop. It is now pretty much wrecked, the front of the building torn off, and the dining area open to the air, but partly covered with tarps. The walls have bright-painted tropical murals, there's a huge crane right outside, mood music is the sound of diesel generators and compressors and welding rigs. On the wall where I was working were red white and blue construction paper notes from schoolchildren, wishes and thank yous and love notes, probably 400 or so notes tied together into an 8 foot by 5 foot U.S. flag.<br><br>David Bouley, chef and owner of several of NY's toniest and best restaurants, is running a 4-star soup kitchen in what looks like a war zone. They drive food down from the restaurants and serve it to firefighters, cops, ironworkers, and others involved in the rescue/recovery/demolition operation. Salmon, steak, chicken, lots of veggies. Good food, a unique atmosphere, and the best clientele in town.<br><br>I mostly worked the hydration station, hauling water and soda and juice and sports drinks and ice, keeping coolers filled, and talking to folks as they came through. It was probably about 90 degrees inside - hot food and a steady stream of customers. I have not had such a good sweat in any sauna I can remember. When I left at 2:30am I was so tired I actually fell asleep on the subway. Today my back and legs ache. And I feel great.<br><br>I could not believe how many people came through this place. While there may not be any real hope of pulling anyone out, there were urban search and rescue teams from all over the U.S., so there is no sense of giving up, even if it doesn't make much sense. In case you haven't realized yet, being human is not about making sense. At our best, we value human life beyond calculation. So some of us will risk our lives even on the slim chance of saving another life. Please pray for the safety of these workers.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiAS3zAaxDc/V_jrvRzN9SI/AAAAAAAAEtM/rvNmDkh2NLgI0JoVlqPc9RvBdoicwfRkACLcB/s1600/529-us_sar_dogs_ann_wichmann_merlyn_groundzero_9-11_nyc_wnn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GiAS3zAaxDc/V_jrvRzN9SI/AAAAAAAAEtM/rvNmDkh2NLgI0JoVlqPc9RvBdoicwfRkACLcB/s320/529-us_sar_dogs_ann_wichmann_merlyn_groundzero_9-11_nyc_wnn.jpg" width="320" height="245" /></a></div><center><small><i>Search and rescue: Ann Wichmann and Merlyn.</i></small></center><br>And while we're at it, give thanks for Alison, and others like her, who volunteer by offering free massages for the workers. There's a similar operation for the family and staff up at the Family Assistance Center on Pier 94. Uptown, they have massage tables and a private room. At the WTC, Alison went around to folks at the tables, as they rested for a few minutes after their meal.<br><br>The first night I saw this, I thought, what a good idea. There are all kinds of ways to treat stress, and there's been too much of that going around. I had been talking with a police officer who was working near the massage room. I heard several of his colleagues urging him to get a backrub, and he said no way, even though I could see he was carrying a lot of tension in his shoulders and neck. Talking with him, I remember a line from Second Corinthians (4:10), familiar to me because it was one of the passages I read in the NYU chapel the afternoon of the bombing, "always carrying in the body the death of Jesus."<br><br>There has been a lot of death around here, it's not surprising that we carry it in our bodies.<br><br>But the full passage reads: "...always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be made visible in our bodies."<br><br>I'm not pretending to exegete the passage in context here. But what would life be life, what would our personal and political bodies be like, if the life of Jesus were visible in our bodies?<br><br>Chances are we'd see some people offering massages to strangers, others flying in from San Diego to sniff and dig around in the rubble to see if there just might be any life there, a thousand teddy bears from Oklahoma, bottled water with red-white-and-blue letters from schoolchildren, and plans to bomb Afghanistan with food, medical supplies, and books.<br><br>Good night, and peace.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyer<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-4820885892126544532016-09-17T00:42:00.002-04:002016-09-18T10:46:04.943-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/19/01 Holy WednesdayThere is only one more posting from 15 years ago. After I began serving as a chaplain, I was too busy, didn't have the energy for the writing, and much of what occurred could not easily be shared for privacy reasons. "Holy Wednesday" refers to the day of my first shift with the Red Cross, and finally being able to get to that work to which I was called.<br><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8763">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8763</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Thu Sep 20, 2001 3:51 am<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: Holy Wednesday<br><br>It is amazing how people have turned up from all over to help. "I heard a voice saying 'go to NY'..." "I asked God for a sign. And then my daughter said, 'Mom, you're going to NY, aren't you?'" And they came. In some cases obstacles magically fell away. In others, it took good hard work and unaccountable luck. But over and over again people have found themselves in the place God would have them be.<br><br>You maybe expect it from NY, NJ, CT. But Ohio and California and God knows where else...<br><br>Even the Lutheran churches have heard someone calling. I was at worship today with pastors and others from throughout the immediate area, both Missouri Synod and ELCA, led jointly by leaders of both denominations.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5DZ5JO77TQ/V94MKTr3rGI/AAAAAAAAErY/quMGGK-TvCYr9cBrO6XbgdhJ-nclVxG-wCLcB/s1600/memorial-for-9-11-victims.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5DZ5JO77TQ/V94MKTr3rGI/AAAAAAAAErY/quMGGK-TvCYr9cBrO6XbgdhJ-nclVxG-wCLcB/s320/memorial-for-9-11-victims.jpg" width="110" height="160" /></a></div>New York has become a city of shrines. There are the poster projects in the Village. A Mexican restaurant on Broadway at 103rd St. did a memorial service last week, and the candles are still burning. The flame of love burns bright, not out. Every firehouse has candles, cards, flowers. <br><br>Maybe you've heard. (Hope I've got the details right, this is second hand.) Two weeks ago, a New York foundry was finishing a bronze statue, of a firefighter with his head in his hands, commissioned as a memorial for somewhere in Missouri. The statue has now been donated to NYC, and sits on a flatbed truck in Times Square, surrounded by more flowers, candles, and good wishes.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCZzjd2AJEY/V94MxjbuB-I/AAAAAAAAErc/fCO5N_T_4VMw7Pqc95S4Am1RwaznvFwtwCLcB/s1600/1dd9b160f31250d57362f0c65b0c7cb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCZzjd2AJEY/V94MxjbuB-I/AAAAAAAAErc/fCO5N_T_4VMw7Pqc95S4Am1RwaznvFwtwCLcB/s200/1dd9b160f31250d57362f0c65b0c7cb3.jpg" width="142" height="200" /></a></div>And always the walls which display the faces of the missing. The bigger ones, at Bellevue, St. Vincent's, the Armory stretch for... longer than you can imagine, longer than is bearable. I want to touch the photos, and bring my fingers to my lips. I feel I should remove my shoes, for this is holy ground.<br><br>I saw a young man today, sitting on the ground in front of his friend's picture. After a few minutes he took up a marker and wrote a short tribute, remembrance. Then he put his hand to the picture, and cried.<br><br>How my heart breaks with pride that I am a human being.<br><br>There seems to have been a mood shift today, and the missing are becoming the hallowed dead.<br><br>One of my professors reminded us yesterday that prayer is beyond time and space. We can pray for those in the Trade Center, trying to call, maybe unable to reach their loved ones. For the people in the planes, hoping that obedience would help them survive, then seeing their plane headed for a building. For those running in panic. "For all those in their moment of need..."<br><br>And a personal prayer of thanks to Joseph, Mickey, Anthony, Steve, Ellen, Jacob, and so many others who ministered directly to me this day.*<br><br>So few were the acts of terror which loom so large. And against this, nothing but uncountable acts of loving kindness. I know which way this battle must eventually go. "We are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord" (Romans 8:37-39).<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyer<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKWC2YbIFYM/V91ZVcbMWiI/AAAAAAAAErA/qmTv-_I2hmUz0Y9M0FHc80_rXWt_PB1kgCLcB/s1600/MISSING%2Bposters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKWC2YbIFYM/V91ZVcbMWiI/AAAAAAAAErA/qmTv-_I2hmUz0Y9M0FHc80_rXWt_PB1kgCLcB/s400/MISSING%2Bposters.jpg" width="400" height="96" /></a></div><small><i><center>From left to right: Posters at the Armory, the initial location for family-related services; <a href="https://youtu.be/McN1xln3BpQ">Missing person poster</a>; Ray's Pizza on 6th Ave.</center></i></small><br><br>* I went from the worship service to my first scheduled shift as a chaplain, reporting to the Family Assistance Center on Pier 94. These folks in one way or another helped me to prepare for that moment.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-25117768165543316732016-09-17T00:42:00.000-04:002016-09-17T00:42:36.855-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/18/01<a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8757">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8757</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Wed Sep 19, 2001 1:06 am<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: One week after<br> <br>Tuesday 9/18<br><br>There isn't much to say today. The grief work begins in full swing. The Red Cross is running training for bereavement counselors 12 hours a day.<br><br>God's peace be with you.<br><br>----------------------------------------<br><br>Fleshing this out September, 2016...<br><br>On Tuesday 9/18 I was screened and trained to be a disaster chaplain. The "screening" and the training happened together and took not more than an hour in a group of 15 or so. I suppose you could have been screened out by answering a question dramatically wrongly, or seeming to be way out of kilter, but I don't think many got bounced at this stage.<br><br>There were a few things which stood out. I remember feeling pretty good that I was not unprepared for this. We got asked about some of the things that we expected would be part of our work, and I think I mentioned the complicated nature of loss in this very sudden and public way, maintaining a living connection to the dead, and paying attention to the here and now of people's emotions - including our own.<br><br>And there was something that underlined what would be happening. Most of the disasters in life are personal, on a smaller scale. The funeral home places a few strategic boxes of tissues, which are used one or two or a small handful at a time.<br><br>Stacked up against the wall was case after carton after case, each with its own few dozen boxes of tissues. When grief comes by the thousands and tens of thousands and hundreds of thousand, how many boxes do you need?<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAnZJt1SpnQ/V9yz-gKZMhI/AAAAAAAAEqw/6q8r8uejxhEimD66RUyy6qcb5t9f2JaTwCLcB/s1600/ARC%2BTissues%2BIMG_20160916_223251994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAnZJt1SpnQ/V9yz-gKZMhI/AAAAAAAAEqw/6q8r8uejxhEimD66RUyy6qcb5t9f2JaTwCLcB/s320/ARC%2BTissues%2BIMG_20160916_223251994.jpg" width="200" height="320" /></a></div><small><i><center></center>Those first tissues were donations from all over. A little later the standard issue version showed up.</i></small><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-73340394769068832202016-09-15T22:48:00.000-04:002016-09-16T22:16:58.168-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/17/01The pictures are not original to the email.<br><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8750">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8750</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Tue Sep 18, 2001 1:53 am<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: Putting things back together<br><br>Yesterday and today the fatigue has begun to hit. Class, Bible study, and bereavement counseling tomorrow (Tues).<br><br>As you undoubtedly heard, the stock market opened today, and went down. Seems like we truly are getting back to "normal."<br><br>This evening commercial airliners have been flying overhead on their approach to LaGuardia. I know this is as expected, and a week ago it was no big deal. I know they're flying to LaGuardia. But the noise often impinges suddenly, and I start.*<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ5AfkgWPyc/V9tcUf-ymvI/AAAAAAAAEqc/ERPO5j4EaO4q5_2-5y6bxZLwl7gcuFFHgCLcB/s1600/hqdefault.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BJ5AfkgWPyc/V9tcUf-ymvI/AAAAAAAAEqc/ERPO5j4EaO4q5_2-5y6bxZLwl7gcuFFHgCLcB/s320/hqdefault.jpg" width="320" height="179" /></a></div><br>If you've subscribed to the WTC-Prayer list, you will have seen this news, but I was glad to reach a friend last night. Rev. Win Peacock is the Director of the John Heuss House, a homeless drop-in shelter in the Financial District. Their phones have been out, but I finally got him at home. Not only are all their staff and residents physically safe - they didn't close, didn't move. They provided emergency shelter to businesspeople fleeing the dust cloud, and had 50 homeless people from Tuesday to now. By coincidence(!), they had done repainting this summer and had a supply of masks on hand. They're worried, though, about some of their outreach clients who lived at the WTC, and about friends in the Project Renewal homeless outreach office which has been destroyed.<br><br>Lisa and I were also happy and amazed to hear about St. Paul's chapel, right next to the Trade Center on the northeast. It is exceptionally lovely, the oldest public building in continual use in NYC. George Washington worshipped there immediately after taking the oath of office as the first President of the U.S. One of the chapel's charms is the windows, small clear panes, many original, handmade, and now turned shades of purple due to many years of UV exposure. The churchyard is filled with rubble. The old trees have been toppled. But they protected the chapel.** Not one window was broken.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5qm7V5wCLA/V9taUQCux5I/AAAAAAAAEqY/3QzqkHUSBk4DM_lA1-8RV3nt9AKR5n7PQCLcB/s1600/yard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5qm7V5wCLA/V9taUQCux5I/AAAAAAAAEqY/3QzqkHUSBk4DM_lA1-8RV3nt9AKR5n7PQCLcB/s320/yard.jpg" width="320" height="213" /></a></div><small><i><center>View of St. Paul's churchyard with WTC debris and Chapel in background.<br><a href="http://flying-dutchgirl.com/blog/911-memorial-new-york-st-pauls-chapel">http://flying-dutchgirl.com/blog/911-memorial-new-york-st-pauls-chapel</a></center></i></small><br>Throughout the coming weeks, as we move through the city, we will connect with people, see familiar faces. Some we recognize as part of our urban landscape, a fellow commuter we see every so often, somebody we worked with two jobs ago. Each time we see someone for the first time since September 11th, there will be a little jump in our hearts, and a (probably unspoken) "thank God." These days when someone says, "good to see you," it's not a formality.<br><br>Peace be with you.<br><br>Paul<br><br>* I don't hear much about this in the national memory, but starting Tuesday morning 9/11/01, virtually all commercial air travel stopped for several days. One of the more jarring things from that day were the fighter jets which came over NYC, heard but less often seen. It was hard not to jump, or cringe, or come alert with those noises overhead - normally background noise, that week something very up front.<br><br>** Only one tree actually fell, the tall London Plane Sycamore in the northwest corner of the churchyard.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-91415234094327007612016-09-15T20:19:00.000-04:002016-09-15T22:28:46.667-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/15/01 Part 3<a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8731">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8731</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Sat Sep 15, 2001 10:24 pm<br>Subject: WTC-related prayer requests<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br><br>I'm sorry if this is a duplicate or annoying note for you. But the response in just a short time tells me this is needed and I had better set it up right.<br><br>I am a student at Union Theological Seminary in New York City, and work in campus ministry at New York University.<br><br>Even though many people have been working and struggling so hard to respond to the human tragedies of the September 11th attacks, it is so frustrating not to be able to do more. There is a great ache to do SOMETHING! I have heard this again and again. People ask "What can we send ? What can we DO?"<br><br>You probably know many of the material needs. I have been in contact with several groups of people in and outside of NYC who are unable to travel to the relief sites, and so are engaged in prayer.<br><br>In addition to all the many prayers being offered generally, they would like to pray for specific people and situations related to the WTC disaster. <br><br>Do you have a specific prayer request? Send as much detail (name, situational info) as you would like shared and prayed over, and I will forward it to these prayer groups. Please help these people minister - they are aching to help, and to share in communion with this city's suffering.<br><br>Send your prayer request to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/post?protectID=093100222249070209169097163148114164134058066051113239188120242216142254099102152 Please include a brief and meaningful subject line. You can attach a photo to your email. (Your message may be edited, and photos may not reach all recipients.)<br><br>Would you like to do this kind of prayer? Please send me email addresses (of a contact person, or a group of people) and I will send you a specific prayer list. I know with an absolute certainty that this will be a comfort for people to know that you are praying personally for them and their situations.<br><br>To receive prayer requests - you will not be flooded with messages - send an email to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/post?protectID=093100222249070209169097163148181088152208031218251099120143116131109211099020105140127082088124241215002153038<br><br>May God bless you and sustain you. May God be at work in our world for the end of terror, even in response to terror. May we work for, and may God grant us peace.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyer<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOGUfkvYEK0/V9qL4q-eQGI/AAAAAAAAEqI/uReKJ7eNP5IXSiHd9WsVJ--1m25IMMRIgCLcB/s1600/Wall%2Bof%2BPrayers%2BSeptember%2B13%252C%2B2001%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bentrance%2Bto%2BBellevue%2BHospital%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2BCity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOGUfkvYEK0/V9qL4q-eQGI/AAAAAAAAEqI/uReKJ7eNP5IXSiHd9WsVJ--1m25IMMRIgCLcB/s320/Wall%2Bof%2BPrayers%2BSeptember%2B13%252C%2B2001%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bentrance%2Bto%2BBellevue%2BHospital%2Bin%2BNew%2BYork%2BCity.jpg" width="320" height="214" /></a></div><small><i>Dennis Diaz, a member of Local 100 of the SEIU, looks over the Wall of Prayers September 13, 2001 at the entrance to Bellevue Hospital in New York City for 80 members of the union who are missing after Tuesday's deadly terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. All of the workers were employed at the Windows of the World Restaurant on the 106th floor of one of the towers. Jose Jimenez/Primera Hora/Getty Images, at <a href="https://stevenwarran.blogspot.com/2014/07/getty-images-9-11.html">tevenwarran.blogspot.com</a></i></small><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-45729846083215943832016-09-15T07:34:00.001-04:002016-09-15T07:42:12.207-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/15/01 Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4mCkO8Ia9M/V9oLXNWgVTI/AAAAAAAAEp0/WKmXOCFvyu4D7FH45mI-LfhoeHU8JqGtQCLcB/s1600/07-056_GG-WED_0839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4mCkO8Ia9M/V9oLXNWgVTI/AAAAAAAAEp0/WKmXOCFvyu4D7FH45mI-LfhoeHU8JqGtQCLcB/s320/07-056_GG-WED_0839.jpg" width="320" height="207" /></a></div><small><i><center>Picture of a wedding from <a href="http://www.manhattanbride.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/07-056_GG-WED_0839.jpg">www.manhattanbride.com</a>.</center></i></small><br><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8729">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8729</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Sat Sep 15, 2001 8:58 pm<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: Saturday in New York<br><br>I've just sent out the daily notice to the school about where and how help is needed. In the quad outside my window, there are chairs and tables and a canopy for a Jewish wedding which will take place at sundown. The guests have gathered, and the band is playing Amazing Grace. God bless New York.<br><br>It has been a beautiful day, the sun bright and warm, the air crisp. A group of students just left to go downtown. There are reports that air quality there is not very good and that asbestos is a potential problem. But people are still working in the wreckage, still searching for loved ones, still homeless. We have a sense that ministry is a dangerous business.<br><br>Quite a bureaucracy has grown up trying to organize help effectively. Many are complaining at how long it takes to reach a human being on the phone; at being told to go here, then there. At hearing they need cooks, trained counselors, etc., and then not being able to find out where and when they're needed. 'Cause you can't get to where the help is needed unless you're authorized.<br><br>One of my professors, Pastor Barbara Lundblad, was down at the Armory today talking with those who are still missing family members. The Clinton family, New Yorkers now, was there. A fellow student saw Pres. Clinton give a moving impromptu address last night at the Javits Center. Secondhand paraphrase: "Those who brought down the WTC hate what we have here. Look around. Look at this crowd, look at this city. You see every kind of person here, every kind of cuisine. They can't stand the fact that we're able to live together with all our differences." God bless America.<br><br>A number of people outside NYC have asked what they can do right now. I am going to send another note about prayer support. Otherwise, I think the single best thing at the moment is money. That's a gift that will be needed in the short and the long term. That's a gift that can be easily deployed where and when it's needed. I recommend the American Red Cross (800-HELPNOW, due to volume http://store.yahoo.com/redcross-wtc1/ is the recommended address), or your church's disaster relief fund. (This is one thing the Lutherans actually do well, 800-638-3522, http://www.elca.org/disaster/)<br><br>I would like to say a little bit about the $40B and the recent actions by the U.S. Congress.<br><br>Make no mistake about it, we have suffered a national, even a worldwide trauma. One of the feautures of trauma is that people wish to do something to regain a sense of control over their lives. You probably know the deep desire to DO SOMETHING. We've seen that deep desire over and over again since Tuesday. I have heard the following action plans:<br><br>-- Rebuild the Towers<br>-- Institute a draft<br>-- Bomb Afghanistan back to the Stone Age (thanks to two decades of war and the Taliban it's very nearly there)<br>-- Appropriate $40B even if we're not yet sure what to do with it<br><br>It seems to me that these are all, at this point, hasty and ill-considered responses to our deep pain. NYC and Washington and our airline security all will need help and money. Combating future terrorism demands action. But it's too early to take action on any of the other plans. Let us first mourn our dead, and then consider what response will truly be in our best interest. More terror will not be a fitting monument.<br><br>Please contact your representatives in Washington and raise your voice for a more measured and careful response than the current rhetoric indicates.<br><br>President Bush (202-456-6213; http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/post?protectID=197212192112082154184158031248166187239230057219183193250143172201143242)<br>Secretary of State Colin Powell (202-647-4000; http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/post?protectID=246056219180056134169061164248229222134230057046113121042)<br>Senators and Representatives (contact info: http://capwiz.com/savetibet/home/)<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyer<br><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkxiGyQNq_w/V9oI5JwUGGI/AAAAAAAAEpw/ffmzZ_QdJaA3eNANVra_uuOEXbKHY-quwCLcB/s1600/Bill%2BClinton%2B2001-09-13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkxiGyQNq_w/V9oI5JwUGGI/AAAAAAAAEpw/ffmzZ_QdJaA3eNANVra_uuOEXbKHY-quwCLcB/s320/Bill%2BClinton%2B2001-09-13.png" width="320" height="249" /></a></div><small><i><center>Bill Clinton expressing similar sentiments on the streets of New York, <a href="https://youtu.be/pWvegsnpmQA">9/13/01</a>.</center></i></small><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-61973544035836115912016-09-13T23:51:00.002-04:002016-09-14T08:39:11.758-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/15/01 Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8e9fC5j2J-o/V9jI92G-LrI/AAAAAAAAEpE/x2V-SoLkWgw-E-dUXKHVqPHTz1DpxEXBACLcB/s1600/new-york-subway-477673017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8e9fC5j2J-o/V9jI92G-LrI/AAAAAAAAEpE/x2V-SoLkWgw-E-dUXKHVqPHTz1DpxEXBACLcB/s320/new-york-subway-477673017.jpg" width="320" height="168" /></a></div><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8728">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8728</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Sat Sep 15, 2001 8:04 pm<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: Friday in New York<br><br>Apologies, I know this is not directly on topic for the list.<br><br>There's been talk of the city "returning to normal." I'm not sure I know quite what "normal" is for New York. But we are definitely not returning to normal. Too much has gone down, literally and figuratively.<br><br>But there is a definite sense of people seeking more and more to return to the usual, the ordinary. This is a partly a response to the terrorism. Partly a need for the comfort of the familiar, which we can cling to in the face of tremendous upset. And partly the simple need to get on with life. We still need to walk the dog and get groceries and do the laundry.<br><br>One fellow student told how she was on the subway, and for the first time since Tuesday, it was crowded, and there was a little jostling and attitude. She was just married this summer, and her husband was on the streets near the Trade Center on Tuesday. She thought, "What a luxury it is to be impatient, to be able to rush home to your loved one."<br><br>Tonight, after I led a worship service at noon, and class from 2-6, Lisa and I went to a candlelight gathering at the Firefighter's Memorial, which happens to be nearby. Afterwards we walked over to Broadway, looking to grab dinner.<br><br>Two blocks later we spied the Afghan Kebab House. Its name caught my eye, and I noticed they were open, but the dining room was empty. Other restaurants were packed. An American flag hung in the window, and smaller flags decorated the dining room.<br><br>We had a lovely dinner and, as you might guess, excellent service. We also had a conversation with the proprietor. In true New York fashion, it's run by Pakistanis, New Yorkers since the early 80s, and the kitchen is staffed by Mexican & Central Americans.<br><br>Due to the restaurant's name, they are currently doing almost no dining room business. His brother's restaurant in midtown is doing almost no business at all, and has been getting hate calls as well. But they decided that they must stay open. Not only to try and earn a living, but to close would seem as if they'd done something wrong. "We love this country, our life is here." It might not need saying, but it had better be said anyway, that he was just as upset at the recent terrorist attacks as any other New Yorker. "My mother was crying all day," he told us.<br><br>We talked about some of his experiences of the past days, which involved the same kind of heartsickness and confusion seen all over this city and nation. Yesterday, he got home late, 1am, and his wife had no milk in the house. "OK, I'll go to Waldbaum's" (supermarket), he said. On the way, he saw a band of 20-30 boys, high school age and up, carrying American flags and cheering, chanting, "patriotic" sentiments. He detoured so he wouldn't have to cross their path. "Why take a chance? Why tempt them?" he asked. It's the same reason he has an "OPEN" sign in the door, but hasn't turned the lights on for his "AFGHAN KEBAB HOUSE" sign. I wonder how long will he feel he must stay in the shadows?<br><br>A little historical note: In 1916, the U.S. had a thriving German ethnic culture. In many neighborhoods German was an American tongue. In 1917, after the U.S. entry into WWI, German shops were destroyed, despite the American flags they hung in their windows. German-Americans were beaten and killed in mob violence. Sauerkraut became "Liberty Cabbage," the German language a mark of shame. By the end of the war, German-American culture effectively disappeared from the American mainstream. (Yet as a pseudo-underground, the German-American Bund became a fertile breeding ground for the support of fascism.)<br><br>"Those who don't learn from history are condemned to repeat it." I pray that our generation will at least make different mistakes.<br><br>Please consider patronizing "Arab" and Muslim businesses. You'll be supporting your neighbors in a difficult time - and you'll get great service.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyer<br><br><br>The restaurant was actually Afghan Kebab House #5, located at 2680 Broadway at 102nd St, no longer at this location. One of the flagrant details was a sign which featured the map and flag colors of Afghanistan.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRlIN9JathQ/V9lDUmIrhuI/AAAAAAAAEpg/cJu0-Rk4-aIQkPTvHP--q7AQVVJicBQyQCLcB/s1600/Afghan%2BKebab%2BAnti-German%2Bcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRlIN9JathQ/V9lDUmIrhuI/AAAAAAAAEpg/cJu0-Rk4-aIQkPTvHP--q7AQVVJicBQyQCLcB/s320/Afghan%2BKebab%2BAnti-German%2Bcollage.jpg" width="320" height="119" /></a></div><small><i>Middle: Dachshunds were temporarily re-branded as "Liberty dogs" while being used as anti-German image (and interestingly, contrasted to the virtuous American pitbull). Right: German-American farmer whipped and covered with tar and feathers near Luverne, Minnesota, August, 1918. </i></small><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-71777251645559130772016-09-13T06:58:00.000-04:002016-09-13T06:58:55.444-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/13/01The pictures are not of course, original to the email.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JMf7a-d-vV4/V9WfRW4gtxI/AAAAAAAAEoA/xxySurdEY8IrEyUP97zhCYvxQ_o_-HKGgCLcB/s1600/zp7_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JMf7a-d-vV4/V9WfRW4gtxI/AAAAAAAAEoA/xxySurdEY8IrEyUP97zhCYvxQ_o_-HKGgCLcB/s320/zp7_01.jpg" width="320" height="216" /></a></div><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8709">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8709</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Fri Sep 14, 2001 2:51 am<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: Looking for power<br><br>Thanks to all of you who have been in touch over the past few days. It is a blessing and a comfort to know we are not alone. I hope all of you have been able to contact family and other loved ones.<br><br>"My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness" (2 Corinthians 12:9).<br><br>Not the way we're normally inclined to think. Power is something we love to have. We want power -- sometimes power over another. But we also need the power that gets things done, the power we need to survive in the world. We want to be strong. In our hearts, we'd like to be invulnerable.<br><br>But we're not. Dear God, we're not.<br><br>"Power is made perfect in weakness."<br><br>This is a hard one to understand. But when I look around this city these past three days, I begin to understand.<br><br>This is a city that has been brought low, but is standing tall.<br><br>We've seen it over and over again. The man, named Louie, who carried a woman on crutches down and out of the Trade Center. The brave men and women who rushed towards the disaster to help. Who are still coming, from all over this land. Thank you. Thank you. The calm, quiet, shocked and determined response of people to marshall aid. To continue living. To help each other deal with this. All over the city, those who were prepared and those who spontaneously rose up. Our proud towers have fallen. But we are still standing. Oh, what a beautiful city. And there are those who continue to search for loved ones. The photocopied flyers and flowers all over the city. You've seen them walking from hospital to morgue to police station to news van, hoping, praying, refusing to let hope die. What courage, what strength it takes to do that. What love. This is power, made perfect in weakness. I got home tonight and sought my daily fix of the news. I have heard a lot of voices calling for strong action, meaning military action.<br><br>By and large, I have not heard people in New York City calling for war, for blood, for revenge. No doubt we are still in shock. But we are also angry, and will probably get even more so. There's a saying that came up quite often in our semester-opening worship last week. "If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention."<br><br>Trust me -- we've been paying attention, and we are outraged.<br><br>But there is very little sentiment here for the easy use of "war" language.<br><br>In Union Square and Washington Square there is a poster project, people set out blank paper and crayons and chalk, and people come by to see, to read, to express what's on the heart of the people in this city.<br><br>There was one poster which read "Nuke the hell out of them." But it was surrounded by fifty others, focused on care for those hurt, gratitude for the rescue workers, outpourings of sympathy. And wishes for responses which do not multiply the terror of these days.<br><br>Someone drew a poster of the Twin Towers, bursting into flame when the second plane hit. And then they wrote on the poster "This image will never cause me to hurt someone else."<br><br>Why have I heard none of these voices on TV?<br><br>CBS showed a news photographer who narrowly escaped death. He said "There better be a hole in the ground somewhere... 'cause if Bush doesn't do something..."<br><br>It's a very understandable sentiment. And I don't presume to question the anger and outrage. We are paying attention - and we are outraged! But why does "doing something" seem to automatically mean making another gaping hole in the ground?<br><br>In the gospel of John, on the night before his murder, Jesus spoke to his disciples.<br><br>"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid." John 14:27<br><br>He says that peace is Jesus' gift to us. Whatever the peace of God is, it's given in a way that is different from the way the world gives. On Tuesday we saw the way the world gives. God gives us -- and God asks of us – something better.<br><br>I pray that, as indivduals and as a nation, we may recognize that not only does vengeance belong to God, but that it is not in our interest. May we abandon all talk of "surgical strikes" and "collateral damage," because we know they inflict the very terror we condemn.<br><br>May God have mercy on us. May God inspire us to think creatively, to work patiently and persistently. Please raise up voices which point us to a better way.<br><br>In our weakness, O God, may we find your power.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPzIB9Ppu6I/V9We1lyoqII/AAAAAAAAEn8/qYfwlbapsZkVEOSzqo03nNGOocVivfyXgCLcB/s1600/911%2Bresponse%2B300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPzIB9Ppu6I/V9We1lyoqII/AAAAAAAAEn8/qYfwlbapsZkVEOSzqo03nNGOocVivfyXgCLcB/s400/911%2Bresponse%2B300.jpg" width="400" height="92" /></a></div><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-55081647011307285452016-09-12T08:17:00.000-04:002016-09-12T08:32:51.378-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/12/01I returned home later Tuesday night, 10? 11pm? I don't remember what the rest of the night was like, I'm sure I was up late, and sometime before I got out the next morning, I read an email from a pastor I did not know condemning Islam. (The pictures are not of course, original to the email.)<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy24S2OnEZs/V9WWUNKd1vI/AAAAAAAAEnc/xifKsZ83DO8loL-rC3NEXXzWp4FEeARlQCLcB/s1600/CoFlvowW8AAGlPi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy24S2OnEZs/V9WWUNKd1vI/AAAAAAAAEnc/xifKsZ83DO8loL-rC3NEXXzWp4FEeARlQCLcB/s320/CoFlvowW8AAGlPi.jpg" width="320" height="219" /></a></div><small><i>Survivors walking up Broadway outside St. Paul's Chapel following WTC collapse. Attribution unknown.</i></small><br><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8666">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8666</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Wed Sep 12, 2001 10:03 am<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: Re: [ELCA-L] Terrorism<br><br>Dear brothers and sisters,<br><br>> Make no mistake about it,<br>> Islam is a religion of hatred<br>> and violence. Islam is the<br>> enemy.<br><br>Terror seemingly knows no bounds. Thoughts like this give me terror, and cause me to fear for our nation's soul. It seems all too much like the thinking that led to yesterday's brutality. We do not ourselves have innocent hands, for we too easily hate. And the hate always seems to find an Other. But the same kind of statements could be made and defended about the tradition we have inherited, and about our scriptures. Pastor [name redacted], please take another look, and take this to our Lord Jesus.<br><br>At New York University we share a building with the Catholic Center and the Islamic Center. Yesterday we received phone calls which indicated the need to find someone to blame. Our offices are closed due to security concerns about misguided "warriors" seeking revenge.<br><br>Thank God for Hassan, our Muslim security guard, one of our most faithful helpers, who chose to break the rules and allow us to open the chapel and keep the doors open well into the night.<br><br>People came by in ones and twos, in small groups. Mostly they wanted to sit for a minute, to pray, to reach out to God, to be some place that could begin to hold the enormity of yesterday's events.<br><br>So there was a lot of silent prayer. Some quiet tears, and some deep sobs. Every few minutes we would read some scripture out loud.<br><br><b>The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.</b> (Psalm 23)<br><br><b>I lift up my eyes to the hills -- from where will my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.</b> (Psalm 121)<br><br><b>As Jesus came near and saw the city, he wept over it, saying, "If you, even you, had only recognized on this day the things that make for peace!"</b> (Luke 19:41-44)<br><br><b>We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed...</b> (2 Corinthians 4:7-18)<br><br><b>For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.</b> (Romans 8:18-39)<br><br>And we would occasionally give voice to a prayer. For our fears. For a world where this kind of thing can happen. For the many, many people affected. Those hurt and killed. Those who are missing loved ones, hearts breaking with worry. Children whose parents will not be coming home. Emergency workers striving to pull life from this disaster.<br><br>It can be a heart-rending blessing to be in ministry. I heard the story of a young woman, married one month. Her husband worked in the World Trade Center, and she had been talking to her husband on the phone when the plane hit. She hadn't heard from him since then. Please pray for this couple, and the many others separated by brutality.<br><br>I talked with a young man who was working next to the Trade Center when the planes hit. He felt the heat through the window glass. One of his buddies was outside, as people were jumping to their deaths to escape the fire in the tower, landing all around him. After locating most of the folks from their office, this young man made his way uptown, and looked for a church that was open. "I needed to break down and cry." Please pray for him, and for the many like him.<br><br>On the way home, I met a firefighter in the Columbus Circle subway station. He looked shellshocked. I touched him on the shoulder and said "God bless you. A lot of people have been praying for you today." We talked for a bit. He said one of the hardest things was that there was so little he could do. Too much rubble, too much devastation, too few people accessible for rescue. He went downtown with a group from his stationhouse, but was returning alone. 265 firefighters missing. Please pray for Ralph, and the many like him.<br><br>There are hundreds of thousands more stories. Please pray for this city, this nation, this world. Over the coming days we will trace the chains of cruelty, hate, and indifference which brought this about. May we also trace the threads of love that will lead us out of this horror. The overwhelming number of people who turned out to give blood. The sacrificial love which led so many to risk -- and lose -- their lives to help others.<br><br>God be with you, and with our nation, that we are not possessed by a spirit of vengeance. Loving our enemy is much harder than that. May we take the narrow and difficult road, the much harder work of mourning, of repentance, and even, by the grace of God, forgiveness.<br><br>In the name of Jesus, our rock and our redeemer,<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyer<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUNSMOQ_ozs/V9WXGSaKvJI/AAAAAAAAEng/O_QCmOKLHGMWPE-e8wRY6Rg1LTvugkc0gCLcB/s1600/o-97273819-570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUNSMOQ_ozs/V9WXGSaKvJI/AAAAAAAAEng/O_QCmOKLHGMWPE-e8wRY6Rg1LTvugkc0gCLcB/s320/o-97273819-570.jpg" width="320" height="210" /></a></div><small><i>Firefighters Todd Heaney and Frankie DiLeo, of Engine 209, carry injured firefighter from the rubble of the World Trade Center. (Photo by Todd Maisel/NY Daily News Archive via Getty Images, seen at <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/11/911-first-responders_n_3895882.html">huffingtonpost.com</a>)</i>.</small><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-71361043705176666842016-09-11T04:07:00.001-04:002016-09-11T13:24:24.532-04:0015 year remembrance - 9/11/01<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0CEwSu4meI/V9TRy3nd7cI/AAAAAAAAEkw/rAc6VKOCeSgdV31uiEAPRApqhHNB6TROgCLcB/s1600/NYC-016-WTC-WithGulls-90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0CEwSu4meI/V9TRy3nd7cI/AAAAAAAAEkw/rAc6VKOCeSgdV31uiEAPRApqhHNB6TROgCLcB/s200/NYC-016-WTC-WithGulls-90.jpg" width="201" height="300" /></a></div>Over the next few days I will be posting some of my writings immediately following 9/11/01, posted to a Lutheran discussion group. They are corrected for spelling and with a few other indicated edits. The originals are still online at the referenced links.<br><br><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ELCA-L/message/8634">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/<br>ELCA-L/message/8634</a><br><br>From: PBellanboy@aol.com<br>Date: Tue Sep 11, 2001 1:56 pm<br>Reply To: ELCA-L@yahoogroups.com<br>Subject: A word from NYC<br><br>To those on the list who know us and may be wondering, both Lisa and I are safe and OK. But many of my former colleagues, friends, and acquaintances who work and live in the WTC area have undoubtedly been affected. Please pray for those at risk, and for the courage and strength of those who labor to help.<br><br>"We walk by faith and not by sight," for the sights today are horrific. In the days to come, as we trace the chains of cruelty and indifference which led to this horror, let us also be attentive to the evidence of love. Those who have put themselves at risk to rescue and care for the injured. And those who will engage in the hard ministries of repentance and forgiveness.<br><br>Please pray for our nation, that we not respond with a spirit of vengeance.<br><br>I am going out now to give blood and will then try to make my way to NYU for campus ministry.<br><br>God's grace is our lifeline, and God's peace our hope.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyer<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-MQsb_cARQ/V9WQGa-rjYI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/pGn3YksVbqQJeY7gMkvipEOKx4KkJfunQCLcB/s1600/Todd%2BStone%2BLifting%2B20160910_210023201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-MQsb_cARQ/V9WQGa-rjYI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/pGn3YksVbqQJeY7gMkvipEOKx4KkJfunQCLcB/s400/Todd%2BStone%2BLifting%2B20160910_210023201.jpg" width="290" height="400" /></a></div><br><b><u>Photo</u>:</b><br>Milton Heiberg, "WTC with Gulls," <a href="http://www.miltonheiberg.com/images/NYC-016-WTC-WithGulls-90.jpg">miltonheiberg.com</a>, used by permission. Thank you, Mr. Heiberg!<br><br><b><u>Artwork</u>:</b><br>Todd Stone, "Lifting," on display at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/911memorial">National September 11 Memorial & Museum</a>. Todd Stone took a picture of pigeons lifting into the sky seconds after AA Flight 11 flew into the North Tower, and continued to photograph from his rooftop near the WTC. "Within a few days, unable to rid his mind and spirit of the horrific images he had witnessed, Stone began a new series of paintings. He rubbed World Trade Center Ash into his watercolor paper, turning it from brilliant white to dull gray." This is one of 16 paintings in his series, <i>Witness</i>. <br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-35706436892242489562016-09-11T03:16:00.001-04:002016-09-17T11:19:56.376-04:009/11 Remembering the peopleFor me the anniversary day is a good time to hallow the memory of those who perished that day, and to remember those many ripples which spread from the attack: those injured, the families and communities of victims, the many thousands of responders.<br><br>One of the things that came through the most in my experience, was the ordinary goodness of most of the people caught up in this disaster. There are so many...<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfOK78qT9aw/V9UKBFQNEvI/AAAAAAAAEm8/6ad4NCR2CC89MF5_CzeFDOkGZw1FUJkMACLcB/s1600/David-Filipov-looks-for-a-picture-of-his-father-Al-Filipov-at-the-Tribute-WTC-Visitor-Center-in-New-York-City.-The-center-is-run-by-the-September-11th-Families-Association-as-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfOK78qT9aw/V9UKBFQNEvI/AAAAAAAAEm8/6ad4NCR2CC89MF5_CzeFDOkGZw1FUJkMACLcB/s320/David-Filipov-looks-for-a-picture-of-his-father-Al-Filipov-at-the-Tribute-WTC-Visitor-Center-in-New-York-City.-The-center-is-run-by-the-September-11th-Families-Association-as-.jpg" width="320" height="204" /></a></div><center><small><i>This picture is of a display at the Tribute Center, run by the September 11th Families Association, the principal interpretive center prior to the opening of the National 911 Memorial and Museum.</i></small></center><br>Far too many. I find it helpful to focus. Today, I remember...<br><br><br><b>Abdu Malahi</b>, 37, New York, NY<br><br>FORMALITY WITH WARMTH<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXNc8908scA/V9T5sQitYlI/AAAAAAAAEl4/6JWe0Qiyx2gGuqLj4wa0tH9P2GmqG1zQACLcB/s1600/Abdu%2BMalahi%2B117351port.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXNc8908scA/V9T5sQitYlI/AAAAAAAAEl4/6JWe0Qiyx2gGuqLj4wa0tH9P2GmqG1zQACLcB/s200/Abdu%2BMalahi%2B117351port.jpg" width="155" height="200" /></a></div>Growing up, Abdu A. Malahi struggled to combine the traditions and culture of his native Yemen with the swagger of a kid raised in Brooklyn, one who loved Prince and played the keyboard in a makeshift band. He dreamed of becoming a recording engineer, said his childhood friend and bandmate Edward Perez, and it seemed that Mr. Malahi was finally able to reconcile those roles in his job as an audio-visual engineer at the Marriott Hotel.<br><br>His dedication was evident: if a conference or a meeting was not successful, Mr. Malahi "would take it to his heart," said his friend and manager, Vipan Khullar. On Sept. 11, Mr. Malahi ignored warnings to flee the building and stayed to help evacuate the hotel guests.<br><br>Mr. Malahi, 37, was a serious person, his father, Ali, said. His playful side came out only when he was with close friends or his wife, whom he met when he spent some time in Yemen a few years ago, and his two sons. His wife and sons still live there; Mr. Malahi was trying to get visas for them to come to the United States.<br><br>But his formality did not necessarily push people away. Sometimes it drew them closer. "He was so formal in his letter writing; he would always start with `Greetings,' " Mr. Khullar said. "Even if it was just a note to accept a meeting, he would say, `Greetings, yes, I will meet you at that time.' That's something that always impressed me about him." <br><br>Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on February 10, 2002.<br><br>Sources:<br><a href="http://www.legacy.com/Sept11/Story.aspx?PersonID=117351">http://www.legacy.com/Sept11/Story.aspx?PersonID=117351</a><br><a href="http://www.sept11marriottsurvivors.org/how_to_help.php">http://www.sept11marriottsurvivors.org/how_to_help.php</a><br><br><br><b>The Falkenberg Family</b>, University Park, MD<br>Charles Falkenberg, 45<br>Leslie Whittington, 45<br>Zoe Falkenberg, 8<br>Dana Falkenberg, 3<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_-8qmudOVg/V9T9RIOL12I/AAAAAAAAEmU/2CMChGQ10JUYziVl-D4KvDPNEAPZ9z73gCLcB/s1600/falkenberg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_-8qmudOVg/V9T9RIOL12I/AAAAAAAAEmU/2CMChGQ10JUYziVl-D4KvDPNEAPZ9z73gCLcB/s200/falkenberg.jpg" width="165" height="200" /></a></div>Charles and Leslie boarded American Airlines Flight 77 with their two daughters, Zoe and Dana, en route to Canberra, Australia, for what family members said was a dream, working vacation. Leslie, who was an Associate Professor of Public Policy and an Associate Dean at Georgetown University, was going for a short stint as a visiting fellow at Australian National University at Canberra. Charles was a gifted software engineer and scientist. An expert in developing software for scientific data management, he had helped measure the long-term impact of the Exxon Valdez oil spill, managed NASA-related databases and served as director of research for ECOlogic of Lanham, Maryland. Both were active in the PTA.<br><br>They were traveling down under for a once-in-a-lifetime trip. They had just moved out of their home, in fact they spent their last few days before 9/11 in a hotel, and upon their return to the states, were to move into a new house in Chevy Chase.<br><br>Known for her determination, intelligence and ambition, Zoe was a top student at University Park Elementary School. She was active in Girl Scouts, ballet and swim team. She appeared in the school’s production of “Brigadoon” and a local production of “The King and I.” She was greatly loved by her friends, teammates, teachers and her friends’ parents. Dana was a robust, curly-haired girl, who was seen as a miracle by her parents. She was intense, funny and a charmer. She celebrated her third birthday on July 21, 2001 with her Falkenberg grandparents. They accompanied their mother to work often enough that her coworkers had fond memories of their visits, particularly of Zoe’s flamboyant outfits.<br><br>Sources:<br><a href="https://dcroe.com/memorials/the-falkenberg-family">https://dcroe.com/memorials/the-falkenberg-family</a><br><a href="http://pentagonmemorial.org/explore/biographies/charles-s-falkenberg">http://pentagonmemorial.org/explore/biographies/charles-s-falkenberg</a><br><a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/1432.html">http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/1432.html</a><br><a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/1432.html">http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/1432.html</a><br><br><br><b>Debbie Paris</b>, 48, New York, NY<br><br>GENERAL FACTOTUM<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmsB6-GtfIo/V9UAs0jUxbI/AAAAAAAAEmg/jDghg-d_jmQk_zn-pIez6dV3tRn8pD2YgCLcB/s1600/paris.debra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmsB6-GtfIo/V9UAs0jUxbI/AAAAAAAAEmg/jDghg-d_jmQk_zn-pIez6dV3tRn8pD2YgCLcB/s200/paris.debra.jpg" width="200" height="187" /></a></div>Debbie Paris, an executive assistant, scheduled her bosses' flights, kept their calendars and managed payments, construction, staff and insurance on their three yachts and several homes — to list some of her duties. "When I needed an autographed photo of Sting," said Suzanne Murphy, a colleague, "I called Debbie. `No problem,' she said."<br><br>When Herman Sandler, president of Sandler O'Neill, bought his yacht, he turned everything over to Mrs. Paris, saying, "Let me know when the money runs out." She did the rest, from hiring a captain to paying the marina. No Problem was his name for the boat — fitting, no doubt, from his point of view, but only because of Mrs. Paris. Mr. Sandler, too, died on Sept. 11.<br><br>At home, she managed the gigs for Jimmy, her husband, a rock musician, and was helping him with an album. "She was his muse and inspiration," Ms. Murphy said. Mr. Paris put it more strongly: "She was like my wife, my child, my mother, my best friend," he said. "And I was a husband and father and child and brother to her." Even now he will not reveal her age. "Just say," he said, "she looked 15 years younger than she was."<br><br>Sources:<br><a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/3043.html">http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/3043.html</a><br><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2001/12/02/national/portraits/POG-02PARIS.html">http://www.nytimes.com/2001/12/02/national/portraits/POG-02PARIS.html</a><br><br><br><b>Jayesh Shah</b>, 38, Edgewater, NJ<br><br>PROVIDER OF MEMORIES<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5y2sBI-MMoM/V9UD-RHyuGI/AAAAAAAAEms/jEmqIvsVWvEbNdQ3E9U9b_4ESPJo-aFkACLcB/s1600/Jayesh%2BShah%252C%2B2001%252C%2Bwith%2Bchildren%2BNikita%252C%2BKevin%252C%2BSonia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5y2sBI-MMoM/V9UD-RHyuGI/AAAAAAAAEms/jEmqIvsVWvEbNdQ3E9U9b_4ESPJo-aFkACLcB/s200/Jayesh%2BShah%252C%2B2001%252C%2Bwith%2Bchildren%2BNikita%252C%2BKevin%252C%2BSonia.jpg" width="136" height="200" /></a></div>Jayesh Shah and his brother were always close, whether the family lived in India or Wisconsin or Tulsa or Houston. <br><br>They went to the same college. They took computer science classes together in graduate school. "I was a terrible note-taker, and Jayesh was a great note- taker," said Niloy Shah, his brother, younger by a year. And when Jay Shah got married, the newlyweds lived with the younger brother and his wife for months.<br><br>Even after Jayesh Shah moved to New York last year, to work at eSpeed International, a division of Cantor Fitzgerald, the brothers talked almost every day. <br><br>Mr. Shah, a strong believer in education, wanted to be sure the move would not disrupt his children's schooling, so Mrs. Shah and the children remained in Houston until school was out. Each child has a favorite memory of time with their father. Nikita, 10, loved horseback riding in Yosemite. Sonia, 8, loved the "Sling Shot" ride at Seaside Heights. Kevin, 6, loved wrestling with his dad. <br><br>They and their mother — and Mr. Shah's mother, who is staying with them — will return to Houston. But education remains a family value, and they will not leave for Texas until June. <br><br>Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on December 23, 2001. <br><br>Sources:<br><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3779156/Now-adults-children-9-11-draw-inspiration-tragedy.html?ITO=1490">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3779156/Now-adults-children-9-11-draw-inspiration-tragedy.html?ITO=1490</a><br><a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/3312.html">http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/memorial/people/3312.html</a><br><a href="http://www.legacy.com/sept11/story.aspx?personid=101783">http://www.legacy.com/sept11/story.aspx?personid=101783</a><br><br><br><b>And one of the many heroes of 9/11</b>.<br><br>From the NYC <a href="http://www.nyc.gov/html/ocme/html/about/OCMEDrHirschRemembrance.shtml">Office of the Chief Medical Examiner</a>...<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JipLgjnoDKc/V9T68ixDW3I/AAAAAAAAEmE/YmdoImlzwLMVRKtB_UES7KgjutPFfPn6ACLcB/s1600/482016FormerNYCCoronerCharlesHirschCreditCityOfNewYork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JipLgjnoDKc/V9T68ixDW3I/AAAAAAAAEmE/YmdoImlzwLMVRKtB_UES7KgjutPFfPn6ACLcB/s200/482016FormerNYCCoronerCharlesHirschCreditCityOfNewYork.jpg" width="200" height="200" /></a></div>“<b>Dr. Charles Hirsch</b>, the long-serving Chief Medical Examiner of New York City and a towering figure in the field of forensic pathology, passed away on Friday, April 8, 2016, at the age of 79. <br><br>“Dr. Hirsch presided over the transformation of the Office of Chief Medical Examiner (OCME) into a national leader in forensic pathology, and led the agency through the unprecedented task of identifying victims of the World Trade Center disaster.<br><br>“On 9/11, Dr. Hirsch raced to the World Trade Center with several OCME staff members, and was present when the North Tower collapsed. He was injured, and would only learn later that he had broken every rib, but he promptly returned to the office that same day, covered in soot. In the following days, weeks, and months, Dr. Hirsch led OCME through the process of investigating and identifying the victims of the largest homicide in U.S. history. The work to identify the 2,753 victims of the disaster continues to this day, just as he pledged to 9/11 families.”<br><br>I had the privilege of working as a Chaplain for OCME in the years following the closing of the World Trade Center site. Early in the process, Dr. Hirsch realized the need for spiritual care for his staff and the 9/11 families they worked with. He is universally and rightly praised for his skill in forensic pathology, as an effective leader, and for his kind and gentle presence even in the most difficult circumstances. He radiated calm and encouraged confidence. Dr. Hirsch was one of the many right people in the right place on September 11th, and I am grateful to have known him.<br><br><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-49378671706680875832016-09-10T18:51:00.002-04:002016-09-11T00:41:50.146-04:00We walk by faithIt was almost exactly 15 years ago that a particular line of scripture came to my attention.<br><br>For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.... For while we are still in this tent, we groan under our burden... So we are always confident; even though we know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord — for <b>we walk by faith, not by sight</b>. <small><i>2 Corinthians 5:1-7 (abridged)</i></small><br><br>The morning began with an unusual noise of a low-flying jet overhead, as I tried for a little more sleep before getting out of bed. A short while later, a fellow student told me about a plane crash. I sat uncomfortably with others for 10 or 15 minutes until our 10:00 class on "Aggression" was canceled and it was announced that we would gather at noon chapel. Two things stand out at that service. John McGuckin standing to the side, in black cassock, with his prayerbook and rosary, softly and silently praying throughout the service. And several readings, including this one.<br><br>A short while later, unable to give blood at Columbia Presbyterian, I made my way downtown, the start of what would be a...difficult...nine month journey, of fear, of sorrow, and anger, and despair. Of reckless hope, into the experience of radical welcome, and knowing great blessings.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVqHOETDhx8/V9ReHgKVl2I/AAAAAAAAEkM/gGD8NsCTQRY2AhRjIyMYIVbHqqdZoBGdgCLcB/s1600/WTC%2Blobby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVqHOETDhx8/V9ReHgKVl2I/AAAAAAAAEkM/gGD8NsCTQRY2AhRjIyMYIVbHqqdZoBGdgCLcB/s200/WTC%2Blobby.jpg" width="200" height="150" /></a></div>The World Trade Center was part of my extended neighborhood. For most of my time on Wall Street I commuted through it - except when the PATH was closed from the 1993 bombing. I bought the suits for my first Big City job at the Alexander's in the southeast corner of the WTC concourse. We had office Christmas parties there, and my favorite homeless ministry held fundraisers there. Our bank branch was there, and I am still sentimentally hanging on to the last bit of shampoo from the WTC mall.<br><br>It was commonplace to hear that "9/11 changed everything." Fifteen years later, not so much. It didn't change the desire for retribution. It didn't change the ability of this nation to create more just and sustainable geopolitical relationships. And it hasn't changed the fact that terror is a daily fact of life throughout the world: military and civilian casualties in Afghanistan, attacks in Mumbai and Paris, drones in Yemen, bombings in Iraq and Syria and Turkey, refugees on the high seas and internment camps, daily violence on American streets, and the daily toll of poverty and oligarchies.<br><br><i>We walk by faith, and not by sight.</i><br><br>You don't have to look for reasons to lose hope. They will always be close by.<br><br>But the reasons <b>for hope</b> are profound and prolific. Don't forget the glories of earth and sea and air. But pay more attention to the ways that care is woven into the fabric of the universe, and how kindness is the norm in human relationships. Do not doubt that we are building, too slowly, a more loving and peaceful world. Hitler's Reich is gone. Ghandi's cause is still growing.<br><br>And even if you can't see it, hope is not optional. Giving up is unacceptable, not because you'll go to hell, but because you'll stay there. And everyone absent from the struggle makes the path more difficult. Together, the hope becomes real. Keep the faith.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkbyvXHg114/V9SLtY7SbcI/AAAAAAAAEkc/c-trelrV1vcX6XwY-xZt9zMo4aUzZaHkQCLcB/s1600/all_hands_in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkbyvXHg114/V9SLtY7SbcI/AAAAAAAAEkc/c-trelrV1vcX6XwY-xZt9zMo4aUzZaHkQCLcB/s400/all_hands_in.jpg" width="400" height="298" /></a></div><br><b><u>Photos</u>:</b><br><br>WTC 2 (South Tower) Lobby and mezzanine. Flags of the world represented the vision of international commerce and peace.<br><br>Image of hope: <a href="http://http://rabble.ca/sites/rabble/files/node-images/all_hands_in.jpg">All hands in</a><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-73589508765738944442016-09-10T11:47:00.004-04:002016-09-10T11:51:21.477-04:00The heavens are telling the glory of GodThe heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims God's handiwork.&nbsp<small><i>Psalm 19:1</i></small><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPE5qdvP1OA/V9QqyhmmDnI/AAAAAAAAEjs/sWl1sx2_ODM3D2WivHA5kNVxHJHHxBHQgCLcB/s1600/twintowerclouds%2Bcrop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPE5qdvP1OA/V9QqyhmmDnI/AAAAAAAAEjs/sWl1sx2_ODM3D2WivHA5kNVxHJHHxBHQgCLcB/s400/twintowerclouds%2Bcrop.jpg" width="400" height="137" /></a></div><br>Despite our desires to reach to the heavens, most of the time we completely fail to notice the awesome handiwork of creation. Even when our towers are falling, the heavens still proclaim the glory of God. Glory surrounds us, glory supports us, and glory calls us.<br><br>We do not need the devastation of violence. But some of our constructions deserve to fall. Towers built by exploitation, by casual acceptance of injustice, by our willing ignorance of others in need... the sooner they come down, the sooner we can begin building the kind of life and the kind of world that is truly glorious.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-16366889360480386002015-09-11T01:12:00.003-04:002015-09-11T08:30:47.113-04:00Remembering - 9/11/15<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TbovSMJGHM/VfLIU-idhAI/AAAAAAAAEKk/sBkdPkP21ck/s1600/September_11_attack_seen_from_space_by_nasa_200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TbovSMJGHM/VfLIU-idhAI/AAAAAAAAEKk/sBkdPkP21ck/s320/September_11_attack_seen_from_space_by_nasa_200.jpg" height="120" width="120" /></a></div>This year, in advance of the anniversary, I've been remembering that day and the aftermath. There is so much. Those attacks re-shaped my life, and have had an immense malign impact upon the world. The killings of thousands that day helped loose the dogs of war which have killed many hundreds of thousands since then.<br><br>There is lots to remember about that day and the immediate aftermath. For some reason, this year, I find it easier to be in touch with the strong feelings: the shock, the fear, the confusing uncertainty, the horror, the immense sadness... and even the hope, that in the midst of terror, there would be a way out.<br><br>I remember the shriek of fighter jets over Manhattan that afternoon, roaring out of nowhere, and not being sure if this was threat or protection. I remember the helpless feeling of wanting to do something to heal, to help, to fight back against this assault on humanity and on my city. I remember the smells: the burning which went on for months, the sweat, and yes, the decay. I remember the hard-worn places of respite, where there could be calm, and rest, and restoration in the midst of devastation.<br><br>I remember how deeply affecting the stories of escape were - and are - and how breathtakingly thankful I am for every person that found deliverance from death. And how just as affecting are the stories of those lives brought to an end, and those who walked in grief. The stories of heroism are inspiring and tragic and too numerous to count - and so many of those stories never made it out of the towers.<br><br>I always come back, though, to the people. Many heroes, some clunkers, and a great number of ordinary good people. I got to know the dead through the witness of the living: the stories they told, the pictures and posters they shared, the mementos they brought. And I got to see how people and a city and a nation under grave stress responded. Not always well. But more often than not I was honored and humbled and impressed and grateful.<br><br>Those attacks continue to take their toll. The 9/11 dust continues to end lives early, and some people who survived the day of 9/11 have never bounced back. The geopolitical effects echo at least from Afghanistan to Iraq and Syria to Libya. Lord, have mercy.<br><br>Today I pay honor to the people of 9/11: those killed, those who tried to help, and the millions throughout the world whose hearts went out to those in distress. If the human race can do that consistently, hope is not blind faith, but the reasonable response. May it be so today. God bless the people of 9/11, and may God lead us to the healing of a world in continued crisis.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8lMjEkaiY/VfJfBhtvbeI/AAAAAAAAEKU/X5hVk2tKrmI/s1600/WTC%2BGolden%2Blight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8lMjEkaiY/VfJfBhtvbeI/AAAAAAAAEKU/X5hVk2tKrmI/s400/WTC%2BGolden%2Blight.jpg" /></a></div><br><center>I lift up my eyes to the hills— from where will my help come?<br>My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.<br>Psalm 121:1-2</center><br><br><i><small>The towers could be spectacular as the setting sun turned them to bronze, copper, and gold. I have been unable to find the proper attribution for this beautiful picture. Thanks to the artist who saw this moment and shared it.</small></i><br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-484083941825254382015-07-04T14:46:00.002-04:002015-07-04T16:19:18.752-04:00The 4th of July<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncbkTdytzhs/VZgjPYEwc9I/AAAAAAAAEEo/EBUPGxyR7rg/s1600/StarSpangledBanne.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncbkTdytzhs/VZgjPYEwc9I/AAAAAAAAEEo/EBUPGxyR7rg/s200/StarSpangledBanne.png" /></a></div>The great patriotic holiday points back to the date the Continental Congress ratified the text of what is now called the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Declaration_of_Independence#Publication_and_reaction">Declaration of Independence</a>. The Congress having two days before taken the decision to declare independence from Great Britain (i.e., to revolt), on the Fourth adopted a text written by Thomas Jefferson declaring that fact and enumerating the reasons. The document was rapidly printed and distributed, with public readings taking place in on July 8th in Philadelphia, PA, Trenton, NJ, and Easton, PA. On July 9th, General George Washington read it to his troops in New York City, while thousands of British troops were in New York Harbor. The first translation, into German, was published on July 9th. It quickly made its way throughout the colonies and was published in British newspapers by mid-August. <small><i>(Please note in the picture to the left the strikethrough of "Forever" is an anti-counterfeiting device in this official image from the Postal Service.)</i></small><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NilymscDEXs/VZgjWcIaXiI/AAAAAAAAEEw/i76IEHZs7kk/s1600/liberty-bell_1_lg.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NilymscDEXs/VZgjWcIaXiI/AAAAAAAAEEw/i76IEHZs7kk/s200/liberty-bell_1_lg.gif" /></a></div>History does not record many successful revolts. The delegates who later put their names to the Declaration of Independence (it was only signed a month later) must have known they were risking their lives, as well as the future of this new land called "America." Like the Liberty Bell which was probably rung on July 8, 1776 to celebrate the reading of the Declaration, these leaders had their flaws.<br><br>But they made the case that their new, hoped-for union was necessary to redress some of the ills of the empire, and thus, like the inscription on the bell, they proclaimed "LIBERTY throughout all the land unto <b><i><u>all</u></i></b> the inhabitants thereof," (Leviticus 25:10).<br><br>This is a good day to remember not only those men who took a nation's life into their hands, but all American citizens and so many others throughout the world who have been inspired by the vision that all people are created equal, and that all should share equally in the rights, responsibilities, and opportunities this inclusive vision brings.<br><br>God bless America, and may our vision of a just society be renewed, strengthened, and made ever more real.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-14486342901558269672014-12-24T06:16:00.001-05:002014-12-24T08:05:16.875-05:00Come to Bethlehem and seeOften it happens that a particular carol or Christmas song will stick in your head and maybe your heart. This year I have been humming a particular verse from "Angels We Have Heard On High."<br><br><i>Shepherds, why this jubilee?<br>Why your joyous strains prolong?<br>What the gladsome tidings be<br>which inspire your heav'nly song?<br></i><br>The entire second verse is a question! And the answer: "Come to Bethlehem and see..."<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRZBEpApMWg/VJqhewWFm4I/AAAAAAAAD0U/XhZZeLy_B2M/s1600/crypt-of-church-of-nativity-star-of-bethlehem_447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRZBEpApMWg/VJqhewWFm4I/AAAAAAAAD0U/XhZZeLy_B2M/s200/crypt-of-church-of-nativity-star-of-bethlehem_447.jpg" /></a></div>If you go to Bethlehem, like any good tourist, you will see the Church of the Nativity, and the spot where Jesus is believed to have been born. It looks quite a bit different from the humble manger Luke described, or the cave in Matthew’s gospel. Over the centuries the various branches of the Church have enshrined it, decorated it, and (incredibly) fought over it. The witness of faith is that the place of Christ’s birth is important, worthy of veneration, and a testimony to the truth of God’s presence in the world.<br><br>I agree. As a born and raised Show Me state-er, I know it is important to “come to Bethlehem and see.”<br><br>It is critically important that each of us make our pilgrimage to the place where Christ is born. Not that you have to travel to Bethlehem, or any particular religious site, but you must go to that place where God’s love enters and redeems the world. Jesus came into the world not to condemn it, but to save the world, to save us. For God to be real to us, we must encounter God’s power at work.<br><br>When we see lepers healed (think Ebola, or think AA), when we see non-violent movements change governments and change hearts, when we see murderers transformed into teachers and people consumed by anger transformed by forgiveness, when we see people die in peace because they are living in love, we can say "God is here. Right here in this spot. God is doing something, something new, something powerful, something wonderful. Come to Bethlehem, or South Africa, or Ferguson or Syria or Sierra Leone or Afghanistan (we hope and pray). Come and see what God is up to."<br><br>And of course the prayer is that God is doing that mighty work in our nation, in our town, in our house, in our lives. Gloria in excelsis Deo. The adoration we give to this little baby Jesus is both a testimony to the power of what God has done AND a radical statement of our desperate hope in what God is doing.<br><br> Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-2500389005254333202014-11-23T22:06:00.000-05:002015-05-03T10:05:27.156-04:00magnificat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye1NRW45Y-k/VHKk90wl9uI/AAAAAAAADxc/r0z-yt34hpA/s1600/Dancers%2Bwith%2BBallet%2BMagnificat%2Bperform%2Ba%2Bselection%2Bfrom%2BBefore%2BHis%2BThrone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye1NRW45Y-k/VHKk90wl9uI/AAAAAAAADxc/r0z-yt34hpA/s200/Dancers%2Bwith%2BBallet%2BMagnificat%2Bperform%2Ba%2Bselection%2Bfrom%2BBefore%2BHis%2BThrone.jpg" /></a></div>Two sisters know <br>what priests and seers <br>could not discern. <br>In Galilean hills <br>far from Temple Mount <br>and palace rule...<br>God's afoot <br>when prophet babe <br>kicks advent news.<br><br>"Blessed are you!" <br>is the first word <br>out her mouth - <br>just as it would be <br>for that heavenly voice <br>speaking hope <br>to Jordan <br>and to hungry people <br>awaiting God on mount or plain <br>(does it really matter if you read <br>Matthew or Luke?).<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://img1.etsystatic.com/010/0/7649054/il_570xN.461171091_13sp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" style="width:91px;height:130px" src="https://img1.etsystatic.com/010/0/7649054/il_570xN.461171091_13sp.jpg" /></a></div>Must the powerful tumble <br>for the lowly to be magnified? <br>Yes, saith the Lord, <br>who is in the business <br>of exaltation <br>without exploitation <br>so that even <br>a knocked-up peasant girl <br>knows favor. <br><br>Her little babe, <br>born to trouble <br>(so Psalmist sang) <br>would drink deep of her hope, <br>gulp down God's promise, <br>choke on power's cruel judgment - <br>and still he rose.<br><br>Rose above the sickness <br>by touching lepers. <br><br>Rose above sin <br>by dining with sinners <br>(the wine was just icing on that cake).<br><br>Rose above Rome and above Caesar <br>and above his murderers <br>simply by forgiving, <br>and praying for deliverance. <br>Not his. Theirs.<br><br>For he listened <br>to his mama, <br>who remembered <br>that for all God's turn the world around <br>lift up the lowly promises, <br>he is still the Father <br>of mercy.<br><br>November 21, 2014<br><br>"He Casts Down the Mighty From Their Thrones," linocut by SarahDFuller, available at <a href="https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/151752936/magnificat-illustration-linocut-print-he?ref=market">etsy.com</a>.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-53725369601673475912014-11-11T16:46:00.002-05:002014-11-11T17:01:31.406-05:00A living legacy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cw9V26gfjo/VGKHC9fiwvI/AAAAAAAADwI/-ur3rmAuYjA/s1600/Vet_Day_2010_1%2BHomestead%2C%2BFL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cw9V26gfjo/VGKHC9fiwvI/AAAAAAAADwI/-ur3rmAuYjA/s200/Vet_Day_2010_1%2BHomestead%2C%2BFL.jpg" /></a></div>It is fitting to honor military veterans on November 11. This day was once celebrated as Armistice Day, the day when the first "Great War" came to an end in 1918. Unfortunately, the ending of that war sowed seeds for so many of the bloody conflicts that have haunted us since. Perhaps the most fitting honor we can pay to those in military service is work to bring about peace.<br><br>While national service comes in many forms, we know that military service is about preparing for and engaging in warfare. Ever-present is the possibility of inflicting and receiving violence. In its very nature, military service puts people in harm's way.<br><br>On this day, let us remember those who have served, and those in uniform today. May our nation honor them by using our armed forces wisely, by giving thanks for each veteran who has returned home, by caring for those who have been injured in service, and by praying for the safety of each person still on duty.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-HvNq5GcKSz8/VGKDX0GT1yI/AAAAAAAADvc/YoHxd5Ns2cQ/s1600/Smiling%2Bveterans.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-HvNq5GcKSz8/VGKDX0GT1yI/AAAAAAAADvc/YoHxd5Ns2cQ/s400/Smiling%2Bveterans.png" /></a></div><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-7292575299464915102014-10-14T15:38:00.000-04:002014-10-15T00:00:55.807-04:00Rookie, beloved catTwelve years ago a little cat in a tuxedo walked up to me at the corner of Duncan and West Side, and asked “Will you be my person”? I give thanks for the grace which led me to say yes, and I picked him up and tucked him inside my vest.<br><br>He has been ill for the past couple of weeks. When tuna and ham and raw egg and even his beloved cat treats become pale delights, it is time to say goodbye, which we have been doing for the past few days. Today we made the sad and merciful trip so that his end was as peaceful as most of his life.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xduSPh1UxY/VD3vHa85GWI/AAAAAAAADrs/peyYaluxlyI/s1600/Rookie%2B2014-10-14_0064%2Bsquare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xduSPh1UxY/VD3vHa85GWI/AAAAAAAADrs/peyYaluxlyI/s200/Rookie%2B2014-10-14_0064%2Bsquare.jpg" /></a></div>Rookie loved to receive and give affection. He was usually timid, but not when he got outside on his monthly journeys to the Poconos, where he would quietly munch grass until the spirit took hold of him and he would dash across the yard to rocket ten feet up a tree, take a look around to make sure he was being seen, and then scamper down, to saunter back to the house with studied nonchalance.<br><br>He wore a perfect tuxedo, all mahogany black except for one white patch which extends all the way from his tuxedo shirt along his belly, with a thin white seam down the back of each leg to his white-shod paws.<br><br>Some pet tributes are a bit sheepish for caring so much for "just" an animal. No one needs to apologize for love and affection, and relationships with animals are just as real and as true as those with creatures of our own species. Pets are not people, but they are beloved, and a delight. Good night, sweet Rookie. Sweet cat dreams of fields and woods and nooks and crannies and little mousies and catnip forests and warm cozy sofas, with a loved one always nearby.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAnhfzjFPiQ/VD2Ix4AudFI/AAAAAAAADrE/IXda7_vO4Ew/s1600/Rookie%2B2014-10-14%2Bwindowsill%2B678A00461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAnhfzjFPiQ/VD2Ix4AudFI/AAAAAAAADrE/IXda7_vO4Ew/s400/Rookie%2B2014-10-14%2Bwindowsill%2B678A00461.jpg" /></a></div><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-55161712897668817742014-09-11T13:45:00.002-04:002014-09-11T13:46:15.850-04:00Remembering them, one at a timeOne of the things that most impressed me in the WTC recovery work was the ordinary goodness of so many lives. The New York Times' <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html">Portraits of Grief</a> are brief clips of many of the people who died that day. Each 9/11 it is good to review a few of these neighbors.<br><br>MULTILINGUAL AND MULTINICE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/324.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html#/portraits-of-grief/C/324">Eli Chalouh</a><br><br>Fluent in Arabic, Hebrew and English, Eli Chalouh, 23, moved easily among the diverse communities to which his languages gave him access. He spoke Arabic at home, of course: he moved here with his family from Damascus, Syria, when he was 14.<br><br>At his new job at the New York State Department of Taxation and Finance, in the World Trade Center, he spoke Arabic with his Egyptian colleagues, who got a kick out of him. Mr. Chalouh was not Muslim; he was a Syrian Jew, who learned Hebrew at the yeshiva he attended in Brooklyn.<br><br>America was the country he wanted to wrap his future around. He was always in a rush, determined to cram every moment with English studies and other courses: he was so disciplined that he allotted himself only 15 minutes of television at night.<br><br>His efforts were beginning to pay off. He had just graduated with near-perfect grades from Long Island University, a member of the honor society and voted by the faculty the most outstanding accounting student of 2001.<br><br>Industrious, yes, but enormously sunny and engaging, as well. "Whatever you asked him he would do, and whatever you wouldn't ask, he would volunteer to do," said a supervisor at work, Eddie Jaeger. "He was an unbelievably nice kid."<br><br>POISE, AND A SILLY STREAK, TOO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/1197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/1197.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html#/portraits-of-grief/L/1197">Sara Elizabeth Low</a><br><br>For Sara Elizabeth Low, a career as a flight attendant was a birthright. Family vacations meant piling in the back of her father's small plane and heading from Batesville, Ark., to the Gulf Coast or Rocky Mountains. "Sara didn't think there was too much difference between being in the plane and being in a car," said her mother, Bobbie Low.<br><br>Poised, collected, yet prone to sudden streaks of silliness — a personality to calm even the most enraged traveler. And her job sated her wanderlust, her need for cosmopolitan glamor.<br><br>"She would call us from the different destinations and give us a hard time," said her older sister, Alyson, a teacher in Fayetteville, Ark. "In the summer she'd phone from San Francisco or Vancouver because she loved that she had to wear a sweater, rubbing it in about how hot and humid it is in Arkansas."<br><br>Yet one aspect of the itinerant life wore on Sara: in her first two years as a flight attendant she had about two dozen roommates. So at age 28 she had finally found a place of her own in the Beacon Hill area of Boston, the city from which she boarded Flight 11. "It had a fireplace and wooden floors," Alyson said. "Our mother went to Boston in the summer to help her clean it up, and it was going to be a real home.<br><br>A SHARPSHOOTER AND A JOKER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nypdangels.com/nypd/heroes/4Valentin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.nypdangels.com/nypd/heroes/4Valentin.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html#/portraits-of-grief/V/2069">Santos Valentin Jr.</a><br><br>There is a saying among police officers: "When people are in trouble, they call the cops. When cops are in trouble, they call Emergency Service." Santos Valentin Jr., a member of the New York Police Department's Emergency Service Squad 7, answered the call on Sept. 11.<br><br>Officer Valentin was a sharpshooter trained in counterterrorism tactics, said his sister, Sgt. Denise Valentin, and his family thought that if anyone could come out alive in this attack, it would be him.<br><br>What have lived on are the memories - of the jokes he played on his colleagues, of how he loved his dog, Luger (so much that he would leave the Animal Planet channel on for him when he was not home), of his love for family and friends, and of his bravery. Officer Valentin was not afraid of death, but he did hate funerals. So, a few days ago, his family gave him a send-off at the rubble of the World Trade Center, where he was last seen. He loved his Budweiser, so they poured him a can and said their goodbyes.<br><br>THE DREAM JOB <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/575.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html#/portraits-of-grief/E/575">Doris Eng</a><br><br>Long after her friends had left the nest and set up homes of their own, Doris Eng was still sharing an apartment in Flushing, Queens, with her mother, Sui-Kam Eng. Doris, club manager for Windows on the World on the 107th floor of 1 World Trade Center, was single-minded in her devotion to her mother, a garment worker whose husband died last year. "Everything she did was for my mom," her younger brother, Jerry, 27, said in a telephone interview as his mother sobbed in the background. "She cared about other people more than herself.""<br><br>Doris was also devoted to her work. A graduate of New York University, she had worked in some of the city's finest establishments — Le Cirque, the Mayfair Hotel and the Warwick Hotel — but her job at Windows was, he said, a dream come true. She worked from 6 a.m. until 5 p.m., and sometimes came in on the weekends."<br><br>A network administrator for the City Council, Jerry was on his way to work last Tuesday when he saw the first plane hit. He tried to make his way into the building to rescue his sister but was rebuffed by the police. "That's the hardest part," he said. "I witnessed everything happen."<br><br>THE KICKNIC KID<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/273.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html#/portraits-of-grief/C/273">Kenny Caldwell</a><br><br>You know how most people have to bend down to scratch their knee? Kenny Caldwell did not, because he had hands the size of baseball mitts and arms that went on forever. "He was a little slim Jimmy," said his mother, Elsie Caldwell, from his hometown, Philadelphia, "with big hands and a big, big heart. I called him my little chocolate drop."<br><br>Mr. Caldwell, 30, liked being a technology salesman for Alliance Consulting Group on the 102nd floor of 1 World Trade Center. But what he loved was figuring out ways to get people together. "I used to call him the C.E.O., chief entertainment officer," said his older brother, Leon Caldwell. He even invented an annual event: the International Kicknic Contest, held every August in Prospect Park in Brooklyn, for an ever-expanding circle of friends and family to play kickball and catch up.<br><br>"My neighbors used to tease me about him while he was growing up," Mrs. Caldwell said. "They'd say other kids collect stray cats and dogs, but your Kenny collects stray people."<br><br>A HEART FOR STRAYS<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/597.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html#/portraits-of-grief/F/597">Nancy Farley</a><br><br>Having three cats of her own did not stop Nancy Farley from feeding neighborhood strays and taking them to the veterinarian when needed. "If there was a snowstorm and she saw a cat, she would bring it in," recalled Linda Selnow, Ms. Farley's older sister. "She had the most caring heart."<br><br>Ms. Farley, 45, negotiated insurance claims at Reinsurance Solutions Inc., on the 94th floor of 1 World Trade Center. The youngest of three children, she lived with her husband, Robert, in a condominium in Jersey City; her brother lived upstairs. Her father died when she was in high school, and her mother died a decade ago. "Just the three of us were left, and we were very close," Ms. Selnow said.<br><br>Nancy and Robert married in Las Vegas a few years ago. Her sister and brother were there, front and center. "It was one of the greatest times the three of us had together," Ms. Selnow said. Except when she was cheering on her beloved Yankees, Ms. Farley was a quiet person. "We believe that she is in a better place," Ms. Selnow said. "It's just the pain of not knowing what happened or where she was."<br><br>TIME FOR THE NEEDY <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/1961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/flash/nyregion/20110911-portraits-of-grief/media/1961.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/us/sept-11-reckoning/portraits-of-grief.html#/portraits-of-grief/S/1961">David Suarez</a><br><br>David Suarez cared. He cared about people who did not have his opportunities, people who did not have his education, people who had to struggle. "He reached out to people in a very warm and genuine way," said Ted Suarez, his father. "Everyone remembered his smile. From a little boy, he had a smile that was very endearing."<br><br>Mr. Suarez, 24, was a systems consultant who worked for Deloitte Consulting. He reported each day to the office of his client, Marsh & McLennan, in the World Trade Center. He was in the process of sending out applications to colleges, because next fall he wanted to embark on an M.B.A. before returning to Deloitte. His hope was to go to Harvard.<br><br>But he always made time for the needy. Social concern was a family tradition. He volunteered for the nonprofit group New York Cares. He worked in soup kitchens and tutored high school students for their college entrance exams.<br><br>He always gave the disadvantaged the benefit of the doubt. Friends told a story about how they found him once talking to some beggars outside a bar. Mr. Suarez asked one of the beggars, who was in a wheelchair, "What would it take to make you happy?"<br><br>The man said, "Give me $20." Mr. Suarez gave him $20. The beggar got up, folded up his wheelchair and walked off.<br><br>Mr. Suarez was not angry. The episode did not make him jaded. He shrugged it off. By his thinking, he would rather lose $20 here and there to an impostor than risk spurning someone who really needed his help. He kept on giving.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185729761630653103.post-34835914372269603102014-09-10T23:22:00.005-04:002014-09-11T11:48:16.653-04:0009/11/14It was thirteen years ago. Devastation came to my neighborhood.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_ZRamvx8pQ/VBEUqNN4wzI/AAAAAAAADns/hmvPwT1ghps/s1600/James%2BNachtwey%2Btc_ash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_ZRamvx8pQ/VBEUqNN4wzI/AAAAAAAADns/hmvPwT1ghps/s400/James%2BNachtwey%2Btc_ash.jpg" /></a></div><center><small><i>World Trade Center, 9/11/11, photo by James Nachtwey</i></small></center><br>I remember my first trip by the site the following week. The smell that hung in the air. The shocked, hard faces of the soldiers who stood guard along Broadway. The glimpses of the wreckage one block over. And my fellow citizens filing by, a commuting crowd unlike any other I'd seen.<br><br>The attacks of that day soon led to more attacks. Thirteen years later, we are in a seemingly perpetual war. The wounds of 9/11 were used to justify more attacks, including the evil disaster that was the invasion of Iraq. Now a new American President is calling for a re-engagement in Iraq and escalation of warfare in the region.<br><br>Colin Powell had the right idea - "you break it, you own it" - but America has never owned up to our responsibility for breaking Iraq, for breaking the troubled political balance of the Middle East, or for unleashing the dogs of war which have now killed hundreds of thousands. <br><br>Over the last 13 years, the United States of America has been waging war in Afghanistan and Iraq and Yemen and Pakistan and Libya and Syria. If we had used a tenth of that war spending on non-violent interventions, the world would be a better place. And so would America.<br><br>Someday, we may have a leader or be a people who do not see air strikes and arms as the only option. Do not be deceived; God is not mocked, for you reap whatever you sow.*<br><br>We are reaping the bitter harvest of the killing we have sown around the world for the past 13 years. We cannot have a better harvest until we sow a better kind of seed.<br><br>God <b>always</b> remembers the victims. On this solemn day of remembrance, let us also remember our own folly.<br><br>* The Apostle Paul's Letter to the Galatians, 6:7.<br><br>Paul Bellan-Boyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535442342075593259noreply@blogger.com0